Bird Lives

RIP, Charlie Parker. Reportedly, Bird told his wife, “please don’t let them bury me in Kansas City” .  And, there he lies, with his mother, lonely, isolated, up on a hill, behind a iron rusty gate I had to move in order to drive down a potholed gravel road and reach the site.   A small signContinueContinue reading “Bird Lives”

Jazz – A New Poem

New poem out, thanks to the fine folks at Feminine Collective for the post/publication. This one is called “Jazz,” but you know it’s about more than that. Read on and enjoy!